1 HMM lyrics

[Intro]
It's Thirty, come on
Come on, mm, alright (Elmo, what the f*ck?)

[Verse]
My n*gga Elmo cooked the beat, I gotta tweak on it
I'on think my Twitter slap, I don't Tweet on it
The dope ain't clean if you cannot put your feet on it
I'll never do a show without my heat on me
I blew the engine in my Charger, they put a Jeep on me
I done woke the whole house up, how you sleep on me?
This b*tch ride di*k like a frog, she damn near leaped on me
pus*y squirt, I'on care how you feel, I think you pee'd on me
I'on think you n*ggas understand where I be comin' from
I tried to blow my blick but the b*tch jammed, I grabbed another gun
sh*t crazy, you woulda thought I went to band, I seen a hunnid' drums
You gettin' hands from every n*gga in the van, we don't do one on ones
What the f*ck? My doctor think I'm retarded, I'm sayin, "f*ck my lungs"
Everything I say gon' hit a lil' harder, I'm really from the slums
This b*tch mouth ain't got a tooth, she tryna give me gums
When I leave my house, it ain't for one swerve, I got like twenty runs
I'm not a scammer but I'm sittin' on eleven accounts
They don't know I'm sittin' in my living room, it look dead in the house
I got a pretty face freak wit' a mess in her mouth
Don't really care for the coochie, but I mess wit' her mouth
Come on, how you speak on n*ggas havin' and you never had it?
My face hot, they know me everywhere, I be in traffic
Just 'cause you think you a bad b*tch, don't mean you a bad b*tch
Like if your n*gga makin' pape', you 'pose to help him stack it
Bro got rich off sellin' ice, I call it mathematics
I'on f*ck wit' politics, I f*ck wit' debit crackers
If they had a real n*gga test, I bet I pass it
Bro on fire wit' the ball, I'm not gon' let him pass it
Alright, I got tired of playin' for fun, I switched the game mode
I ain't have time hit the crib, so I couldn't change clothes
You ain't got no real 'za, you sellin' sprayed 'bows
Everything 'bout me dark but my chain glows
Nobody speak when they see me, I got a mug to me
My head f*cked up, I'm traumatized, just give a hug to me
That sh*t weak, they don't try to solve they problems, they just run to me
How the f*ck do I owe you? You ain't give nothin' to me
When everybody left, the pape' the only thing that showed love to me
I just squared up wit' life, they threw gloves to me
Prayed to God for a bag, he threw a plug to me
I told 'em I, "Wasn't poppin' out", they brought the club to me
I'm my number one fan, I like to hear myself
I'm one of them, I'll pay me for a feature, then clear myself
I don't need nobody else to make me happy, I can cheer myself
If I can pop up somewhere, I'll appear myself
Okay, I was wrappin' up sh*t, before I rapped a bar
The f*ck you mean, I can't drive? I never crashed the car
When we f*ck, she gotta put her bonnet on, so I don't snatch her part
The b*tch you wit' not a fan of your music, she don't rap your part
[Outro]
Like when you play your part on the song wit' us, she still be rappin' our sh*t
Haha, 'cause we the Real Money Counter, MINE Boyz, b*tch
Yeah, that's good